I make bad decisions and hopefully no one gets hurt before I can fix them, but moving here has got to be the dumbest plan ever. She’s got Giles wound round her little finger, they’ve begun setting up a new Watchers Council and with Giles being the boss things will run a lot smoother than they used to do. But bets are on too see how long Lady Croft keeps out of slayer business. She’s already started to win over the potentials, or should I say other slayers, by showering them with gifts of fancy gadgets and modern weapons. What’s wrong with a good piece of home whittled wood?

So I made my peace with Faith and I know it was the right thing to do. I’ve never seen her so happy, she smiles all the time, which is cute for her. She gets these little dimples in her cheeks you just wanna stick your fingertips in. We train, we slay and have a lot more laughs than I ever though possible. It still feels like there’s something unresolved between us though. I’m not sure what it is exactly but I’m sure whatever it is won’t stay buried for long. Things between us never do lay to rest for long.

The manor is so big you would think that if you wanted space from someone then you wouldn’t have to wander too far to get lost. I always seem to be interrupting Faith and Lara at very inopportune times. You should have seen what I saw the other day. Middle of the afternoon, people all over the house and they were getting their jiggy on in one of the media rooms. I made a quick exit, seeing those two naked and sweaty in a position like that? I’m only human, damned if it didn’t turn me on. I spent the next two hours in the training room, trying to clear my head of the naughty thoughts, which didn’t really help so I tried the cold shower approach instead.

After my shower I heard Faith outside my bedroom door, knocking impatiently to come in. So I wrap in the closest thing at hand, just as  she burst in the door and stands staring at me, just about covering my modesty with a small towel. I thought she was gonna tear me a new one after I interrupted them yet again. Instead she comes in, closes the door and makes herself comfortable on my bed. And she gets that knowing smirk on her face, when she asks me if the training and the shower were a result of what I had seen earlier. I swear the grin on her face would have made the Cheshire cat jealous.